The Wager- BBW Erotic Curvy Paranormal Romance (TOUCH OF THE GODS) (22 page)

Her hands were now wrapped around my thickness, pumping while her head bobbed with enthusiasm. Never before had anyone given me such a gift, and it didn't seem like she was going to stop, which would not bode well for what I had planned for the evening. Especially as I felt the beginnings of my climax building, my balls were tight and sporadically tingling. I didn't want to shame myself, not when I had fought for this very moment to be with her - inside of her. With reluctance, I pulled back, grinding my teeth to stave it off while I forced myself to center.

              “Did I do something wrong? You have a lot to work with.”

             
My cheeks warmed at her compliment, but I shook my head, lifted her to her feet, and gave her a gentle push back onto her mattress.

Vanessa laughed, making me feel even more playful. She posed her body in a sexy manner, her legs and arms spread wide.

Stroking along the heavy vein roped around my cock, I placed one knee on the bed, curled my arm around her waist and lifted her until our chests were pressed together. I grabbed onto her lips, sucking on them until they were plump and red, before coaxing her to bend her knees until she knelt before me.

With my mind, I repositioned her pillows to sit up behind her back, and lowered her until she sat on her calves. I pushed her wider, exposing her pussy to my greedy view, glistening with her sticky dew.  I dipped into her wet hole, twisting it from side to side, until she gasped while she came an instant later. As Vanessa's walls sucked on my thick digit, I thrilled at the idea of how it would feel once I was buried in her sweet, tight fortress of pleasure. “I hope you're ready for me, beautiful. I have waited so long for you.”

              Licking her lips, Vanessa swallowed, and nodded, shifting so she could move her legs.

  I stopped her. “No, you are to stay just like this. I promise to keep you from feeling any discomfort.”

              “I've never done it like this before, but I trust you.”

             
Her words touched my heart, making it swell in my chest in a way I had never experienced before.  While the leftover tremor from her orgasm of before shook her body, I added a second finger, stretching her hole, while pressing up against her g-spot. Tapping in time with her pulse, my thumb found its place onto her clit, circling around it alternatively with the thrusting movements inside her wetness. Riding on her outcries, my sensual manipulations drove on until I had her teetering on the edge of bliss, and with a final push, she fell over and shattered once more, her juices flowing in copious waves of natural lubrication.

Vanessa, still gasping from the power of her orgasm, squeaked in the most adorable manner when I slid the tip of my cock into her hungry pussy. Shuddering at how amazing she felt, clutching at me, her own body shivered in kind, as the ball of my piercing glided along the ridged walls of her vagina. Inch by inch, I crammed myself deeper, until I could go no more, her cervix barring me from going further. I wanted so badly to fit all of myself inside, to be connected to her, but that would have meant hurting her, something I was unwilling to do.

Braced on my elbows with my knees bent into the mattress, my form looked as though I was going to be performing push ups. In this position, one that was shown to me centuries ago by a Sheik, who strangely now has a popular sex book, I would be performing a maneuver that would give her the purest ecstasy ever known to a woman. “You ready?”
Please don't laugh at me.

             
Lost in the feel of me, Vanessa groaned out her reply and lifting my hips up, I dragged back, agonizingly slow, then paused to look her in the eyes. The green around her pupil had spread into the grayish brown of her irises, and they shined, glazed with the hormones saturating her blood. I dipped to grab her lips, kissing her but remaining frozen, teasing her silky cavern with just the fullness of the head of my dick, until she mewed into my mouth, trying to move herself to pull me back in.

When she realized the position I had her in, prohibited her from taking control, Vanessa growled.

I nipped at her lips, chin and nose. I chuckled and thrust downward, the force pushing her up against the pillows.

The wrenching of my name as a scream came from her lips.

Straining to hold back my cum that threatened to spill before I was ready, I shifted my balance to rest on one arm, taking my free hand to grip the base of my cock, and pressed my thumb into the thick vein. Once the crisis was averted, and powered by her response, I increased the momentum of my strokes, each plunge growing swifter, heavier, until I grew drunk from the potent aroma of our arousal combined with the sinful harmony of our passion.

Alternating from quick jabs, where I pegged that sensitive spot, to long, heavy strokes that repeatedly bumped the upper edge of her pussy, in no time, her gentle quivers turned into full body trembles, and arching my hips, the change of directional thrusts in entry caused Vanessa to climax and explode hotly around me. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to suck in the air that seemed to squeeze out of her lungs, as her twitching, vaginal muscles squeezed out her cum drenching both our thighs, and the bed sheets with her viscous offering.

              Having not released, I slipped out, still squeezing the base of my penis to stave off the tingling that warned that I would go soon if I wasn't careful, I grounded myself once again. Vanessa lay covered in a sheen of sweat, a smile playing along her lips, and giving her a small peck on the forehead, I stretched out her legs from their bent position. Careful of hurting her, I massaged out any cramps that could have formed until she became putty in my hands.

  At the sounds of her soft snores, I realized she’d fallen asleep, leaving me still hard and dripping. In pain, I moved up, pulling her close to me and waited while she dozed in sated bliss.

Luck was on my side for once, as she woke within the hour.

Yawning, Vanessa graced me with a sexy stretch, though I knew she wasn't trying to turn me on. She rubbed at her eyes and blinked them rapidly to look up at me, first with an emotion I was too scared to believe, then utter shock. “Oh my goodness! Oh, Heph, I didn't mean to fall asleep. That's never happened before, I swear!”

              “It's alright. I waited as you can see. Besides, it's not like this was going anywhere.” I took her hand, wrapping it around my still aroused hardness, gliding it up and back down along the satiny length.

Vanessa made to place her mouth around me, and though I was touched that she thought to get me off in the sweetest of ways, it was not how I wished to get off. Indeed, she got the message when I halted her, my hands braced upon her shoulders.

She gave me a cute pout. “Aww, I wanted to please you and here you go stopping me.”

             
“I promise you pleased me more than you know. But when I come, I'm doing it inside of your delicious pussy.”

             
She visibly shuddered in excitement, and call it a surge of an alpha ego, but the sudden need to tie her up, had me rock hard and rearing to go. I placed her onto her back. Head tilted, I tapped a finger on my chin, deciding which was the best way to set her for the optimum pleasure, and when the light bulb went off, I went to work. With her legs spread open, I drew her knees up until they rested on her full breasts.  I then manifested a gold bar, a matching chain and collar hanging from the center.

Vanessa's eyes widened in question, but I stayed on course, latching the metallic leather around her throat, sliding up the chain to the long bar and wrapped it onto her ankles, the lack of slack pulling her legs closer to her chest. Kneeling back, I admired my work, yet felt something was missing and noticed her arms rested at her side.

No, that wouldn't do.

Moving back to her, I took hold of arms, tucked them in between her open thighs, and left her hands down by her cunt. With my palm, I made her rub herself until she creamed over both our digits, leaving them wet.

I looked her in the eyes as I licked first her fingers, then mine clean, before settling myself dead center. With one hand steadied on her hip, and the other curled around my cock, I kept my gaze locked on hers. “Spread yourself for me. Offer yourself as mine, Vanessa.”

             
Without a word, she took her hands, her delicate fingers opening her folds, displaying the one place I was truly welcomed and digging my fingertips into her fleshy pelvis, I plunged back into her heat. No longer gentle, my hips swiveled, my other hand taking hold of her, stopping her own hips from arching up. I wanted to control how deep, how fast, and how much she would get. Despite not being able to fit all of my length inside her, I became familiar to how much she could take and pushed past that limit, until only half an inch of my skin was left without the cocoon of her pussy. It was a small sacrifice, one that was lost as my power pulsed through my veins, the climax I’d held back, roaring to life, like the magma of a volcano before eruption.

Both our bodies were coated from our exertions and stretching my abilities, I pushed into every exposed orifice she had, metaphysical fingers, probing and teasing. I heard her deep gasp, seconds before she shrieked out expletives with a “sweet Jesus and Mary”, as her body convulsed, and her head thrashed from side to side on her pillow. A desperate delight filled Vanessa’s pleading screams and helpless moans with an ecstasy that she may have believed brought her to a little bit of erotic orientated death.

The walls of her pussy both constricted and vibrated around me with her multiple orgasms, the intense combination finally bringing me to a place of both victory and defeat—an ultimate release of both pleasure and pain.

The lone, bed side lamp flickered before the bulb shattered under the current of power I released into the room, leaving only the moon to give us light. I flowed into her, my cum hot, until I could fill her no more and I spilled out the red lava like substance, tinted with gold. When her pussy could milk me no more, I nearly collapsed upon her. Luckily the bar got in my way, and with the little energy I had left, I sent it back to my home in Olympus, and fell to the side of her.

While crickets sang outside the open window, inside the room the sounds of our heavy breathing joined in their love song. Vanessa's legs had stretched back out, and I was able to pull her up until she rested on top of my chest. I wanted to ask her how I did, if she felt okay, but as before, her rhythmic snores meant I would have to wait until morning. That was fine with me, as I too, felt my eyes drifting. Soon, with my heart's love blanketing me, I joined her where I hoped we'd meet and love again, in our dreams.                                                                                                                

Chapter XIX

Hephaestus

              The last month had been the best four weeks in my life and it was all because of one woman, the one I loved—Vanessa. Depending on who got off work first, we'd meet the other and have an early dinner at the café. We would talk about the world, our plans and hopes. I was grateful that she no longer brought up the subject of my tumultuous past, but I wished she give me a sign of how she felt for me. Broaching the subject, through subtle manners wasn't working and my excuse for not putting it on the table was because I didn't want to treat her the way my brother had.

Alternating homes, almost every night we made love and sometimes more than three times, especially on the weekends. We couldn't get enough of each other. This morning, as the sun filtered in through the slits of her curtain, I woke smiling at the feel of Vanessa's full, soft figure curled and pressed into my front. I always enjoyed watching her sleep, after a long night of loving and the way she'd snort slightly in between her steady snores. Not wanting to move, though nature came calling, I reluctantly separated our bodies, stopping to cover her from the slight chill in the air, and made my way to the bathroom.

Returning to the room, I bit back my chuckle while shaking my head. Vanessa had taken up the whole bed. She looked like a starfish, the covers tangled around her torso, and legs, leaving but one breast exposed. The sight of the rosy nipple erect from the coolness of the room hardened me and I had to wonder if I was perhaps, given the wrong god title. Maybe I should be Hephaestus, God of Virility! Nah, I'll leave that to Priapus.

With a sigh, I left the room and tiptoed into the kitchen to fix us a cup of coffee, when I almost lost my valuable parts to a scalding, because of the sudden appearance of my nephew. “By the gods, Eros! I almost spilled the coffee all over my dick! Don't just pop in here like that!”

              “Sorry, uncle. But really, you should have something on. As much as I want to be perturbed by your lack of fabric, I am feeling more jealous of your obvious blessings in that department.”

             
Huffing at the young god, I flashed into a pair of jeans and went to work, mopping up the mess. Yeah, I could have magically willed it away, but being one who likes hands on activities, the simplicity of using a mop actually soothed me. Well, that and for the past few days, I've noticed a decrease in my abilities.

Once I cleaned up the floor, I refilled the coffee maker and turned to Eros while it brewed fresh Joe. He fiddled with the vial of ambrosia, though I was unsure how or when he got it, and was even more concerned that he wasn't meeting my eyes. It was the damn bar all over again. “Please tell me you haven't made another bet regarding me and my life. I think you should at least wait until I'm through with this first one.”